he was pretty much the definition of ‘lead you right into temptation’ if you assume that what youre being tempted to do is get in so many fistfights. i dunno what the hell kinda history books youve been reading about pre-serum steve, but ‘poor sick’ steve was pretty much the literal devil. lawyers who insist on being called doctor are douchebags.And I won’t delete this blog, so the archive (and the redbubble) will always be there for you. But I’m still here! And I still love Bucky. As it stands, I tripped and fell into a couple other new fandoms–Les Mis and Discworld–that have been my main focus lately. I’m (perhaps optimistically) hoping that the new Falcon & Winter Soldier series will inspire me to make more posts for this blog. And then, hopefully, a few months later, it will be Doctor Hell, Esquire. Starting in January, you may all refer to me as Doctor Hell, since I’ll have graduated by then. I’m taking the bar exam in February, so my study schedule will be ramping up over the next few months. Good, but keeping me very busy! I do still exist, even if I’m not updating this blog–my actual self, is still active. This–and the two previous storytime asks–can be found with corrected type here on Ao3. Steve didn’t like the splints nearly as much as he’d liked the cast. the doctors said his arm was plenty healed and didn’t need a new cast, and splinted up his fingers. smartest thing he could’ve done, really, because i’d just shown up and if he’d kept after stevie, i’d’ve handed him his ass.Īs it was, i pried stevie’s cast off and walked him back to the hospital. rat-brain gerry wasn’t bright, but he knew a losing battle when he saw one, so he ran like the hulk himself had just showed up in that alley. Now, understand–it was old, old brick, but all gerry saw was little crazy stevie rogers punch a hole in a brick wall and then start shrieking like a berserker. Steve plowed his cast into the old brick alley wall. stevie took it full in the face, and then swung back, full-force, with that sledgehammer cast of his. stevie stumbled, and gerry threw a punch. Gerry cornered stevie and started shoving at him. steve had a habit of not letting him do it without a fight. gerry had a habit of cornering stevie in alleyways and beating on him until candy fell out. there wasn’t an old lady within miles that didn’t love stevie, so he was always getting penny candy for running errands for them. steve was tiny, sure, but he was sharp as a tack and well-liked. he was thirteen, and he’d hit puberty early, so he had a solid eight inches on wee stevie. but about a week before it was supposed to be taken off anyway, stevie got in a fight with gerry, the shoemaker’s kid from up the block. sometimes i thought he never wanted to take if off, and if it hadn’t messed with his drawing, i think he’d’ve worn it for about a year. he still got his ass kicked, but it took a bit more work, and the other guys actually looked like they’d been in a fight.Īnyway, steve was half in love with that cast. that plaster cast started white, but it didn’t take long for it to get brownish with dirt and bloodstains. at first, his arm was too tender for him to do much, but after it started healing up, and he started getting in fights again, he figured out that his right arm was better than a baseball bat when it came to hitting stuff. steve went from being a sixty pound asthmatic with rage issues to being a sixty pound asthmatic with rage issues and a right hook like a piledriver. See, if you’ve ever had a plaster cast, you know that those things are shockingly sturdy. (the second era was after erskine made a limited edition Jumbo Steve, and the third was Steve: Reheated.) So his ma ran him to the hospital and they set his arm and put it in a cast.Īnd thus began the first era of the Unstoppable Steve. mackinnon– who was just coming out of her apartment–and said “sorry for the mess.” and then he looked down and noticed that his forearm was bent in the middle. after he’d recovered a bit from the tumble, he sat up, looked at old mrs. went down the whole flight, potatoes bouncing everywhere. Surprisingly, it wasn’t in a fight–he was carrying a twenty-pound bag of potatoes up the stairs for his ma and he tripped.
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